And if there’s a happier colour combo? Show me.
Pretty fond of this lot.

Urn it.
Reluctant to sell this orange piece. It’s large and magnificent and I bought it on an awesome buying trip/mini break/ solo mission last year. It was the last shop I hit and I was pretty tapped out. Like very. Knew I had already spent far too much. Eek. But also knew when I went out and sat in the car, I would drive back to Sydney organising freight. And then it might break. And then be so annoyed with myself for indecision…

Anyway I was trying to do a short post because I know we are all too busy for words… So yeah. I went back in. Maxed out the plastic on glass. Bought it. Loved it. Still do but… yup, it’s up for grabs.

Quick before I change my mind.

Orange Empoli Italian cased bottle, god I love that faux wicker texture. It could be cheesy if not perfectly executed. Lucky it is.

Yellow cased jug. Mid century. That crazy arse shape. Was a ….. to clean, so visibly filthy inside, got a scourer stuck in there [amateur] and after a few days and a smart idea from Gemma in the shop next door I reefed it out with the bent hook of a coathanger. So relieved. Ridiculously happy over a small triumph #nerd

Like this:

No need to be outcasts,
shunned at social functions…
These old smokers look pretty damn hot especially with white basics.
Sultry and sophisticated and still happening. In a good way.
Smoking Santa, not so much…

Like this:

The scene is memory and is therefore nonrealistic. Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart.

Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

Little articles of [glass], they’re ornaments mostly! Most of them are little animals made out of glass, the tiniest little animals in the world. Mother calls them a glass menagerie! Here’s an example of one, if you’d like to see it! . . . Oh, be careful—if you breathe, it breaks! . . . You see how the light shines through him?

Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

JIM: Aw, aw, aw. Is it broken?

LAURA: Now it is just like all the other horses.

JIM: It’s lost its—

LAURA: Horn! It doesn’t matter. . . . [smiling] I’ll just imagine he had an operation. The horn was removed to make him feel less—freakish!

Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

So what are we going to do the rest of our lives? Stay home and watch the parades go by? Amuse ourselves with the glass menagerie, darling?

Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

OK so I should probably fess up, I have not seen or read this play, before you give me credit for being cleverer and more well read than I am. I do like to read and spent my country childhood with my nose stuck in books and magazines, but my knowledge of the Glass Menagerie lay in the title and having heard vaguely of Tennesee Williams. He also wrote A Streetcar Named Desire. That’s why…

I am, like the character Laura however, a bit of a loopy collector of glass animals. Not so emotionally fragile though, which is the significance of her collection.

Curious about why I do. I think it started with the girl with the dolphin taboo. And now because I have so much colourful happy mid-century art glass in my shop these cute little guys fit in. Nice to pick up and hold and really have no purpose other than to be beautiful and nostalgic. Normally I like a bit of functionality but craftsmanship and quality seem to be undervalued these days. Don’t you think?